Fighting new faces can be a funny thing. If the difference in match-up was far too great, a newcomer could be greeted further into AFW with either a hammering at their own expense, or being given the opportunity to outright ragdoll someone themselves.

Amelie Roux was rarely the latter. Truth be told even with her size she was rarely the former either; preferring a softer, more sensual style of control to outright bullying her opponents. Clad in her tight one piece, she'd stretch out the gloves that bound her hands one last time, before stepping through the entrance curtain, keen to discover which it would be tonight.

Her music already blasting among the crowd, the French giant would take a moment on the ramp to gaze to the masses, bending with full knowledge of what she was doing, or rather what the audience could see. Descending the ramp, she'd ponder about the few women she had faced upon their immediate entry into the company, rarely being surprised in a bad way by women she had yet to meet. Sliding her fine figure under the bottom rope, Amelie would hold her posture for a moment in almost a half-pressup, again knowing full well just what view she was giving to those directly in front and now behind of her. It seemed today, the beauty was in a playful mood beyond her norm.

Rising slowly whilst her music died down, the figure would turn towards the entrance ramp with hands clad to her hips. Evidently, it was time to figure out how this particular new face would fair.

For Orochi, this match was another match for her to win. She had seen the matches and pictures of the woman whom she would face in this match, and she decided that this woman would be another conquest for her. When her opponent made her entrance into the Arena, Orochi could hardly wait to come out, her body shaking with excitement as she imagined what she would do to her opponent during the match.

When it was time for her to finally made her appearance, with a techno-pop music as her cue, Orochi stepped out through the entrance curtain, and her appearance would be met with roars of appreciation from the fans. Orochi's smirk widened, knowing that her skimpy attire was the reason behind this acknowledgement from the crowd.

Orochi would walk down the ramp, taking confident strides as she focused at the one whom she would be facing shortly after this. Once she arrived at the ring, she would pose for the crowd one last time, earning her another collective cheers from the audience before she entered the ring, heaving herself up the apron and slipping through the ropes.

Still looking at her opponent, a green-haired foreign beauty, Orochi would lick her lips as she stepped forth, going to the center of the ring as she continued appraising the green-haired woman and said, "Well, well... what do we have here?" She chuckled as she folded her arms under her partly-exposed breasts. Those meaty orbs of hers would jiggle as she chuckled in amusement. "I hope you're prepared for what I have in store for you, mademoiselle~"

As ever, Amelie watched intently as her foe made her appearance. The fact Amelie had not gazed upon a image of the woman before was simple chance; some matches she opted to see who she'd be facing before hand, others she'd simply allow herself to be surprised. Just like the last few times the latter had occurred this was a happy surprise.

A very happy surprise.

Gazing upon that tall, buxom figure as it strolled into proximity, it seemed Amelie would be given the oh-so-appreciated treat of having an opponent to play with that was of similar stature. The French beauty had the weight it seemed; thicker hips and a slightly thicker bosom, but besides almost negatable differences, the two appeared to be dead-even matches for one another. Amelie had the experience within the company of course, but such rarely mattered in matches such as this.

"I can not imagine I will complain, my sweet..." Amelie smirked back, matching the woman's posture upon entry, albeit opting to step dead centre of the ring rather than in her corner. "Of course, I won't be playing just the victim. I hope you can take it as good as you give it..."

If there was one thing that Orochi liked about this particular opponent, it was her willingness to trade banters with her. "Oh sorry, I'm not planning to be the one who receives anything tonight, dear," she said, smiling cockily at Amelie. "I'm so, so sorry to disappoint, I wish I can make up for it," she would approach the green-haired woman before stopping right in front of her, standing face to face. She noticed that both of them were around the same height, which was a pleasing surprise for her. She might've studied her opponent beforehand, but she did not bother learning about trivial facts such as her opponent's height or weight.

"I am Orochi..." The woman with greenish-white hair told her opponent her own name. "Remember that, dear, so you can properly scream out my name once I fuck your brain out into oblivion," she said, pressing her own mountainous assets against Amelie's as she drew her face closer to the Frenchwoman's.

She would remain that way until the bell was rung, signalling the start of the match. And with that, she would attempt to lock up with her green-haired opponent. While this might be a hentai match, this was still a wrestling match, after all. In a match where one could prove one's sexual prowess, there would be no need for Orochi to resort to dirty moves.

"Oh..." Amelie pouted, as if generally upset at the girls refusal to be on the receiving end. Not that it ever mattered; even women who had bested Amelie had only done so after forcing themselves through a feast of grinding flesh and busy hands. Amelie knew Orochi would be no different, no matter how much her cute foe denied it. "...that IS a shame. But, I'm sure we can think of other pleasures..." Not that Amelie needed to of course, she was simply playing to the banter. Whether this woman came out with a resounding win over Amelie or otherwise, she would only do so after being forced to play the victim she refuted being.

The pressing of frames was a moment always enjoyed by Amelie, even more so here given this was the first figure to neither be greatly bigger nor smaller than her own. The green-ette simply smirked, looking down at their mushrooming bosoms, putting hands to her hips to let both her chest and stomach do the fighting in this brief contests of sorts.

"Orochi? Such a beautiful name...it is courtesy that I should know the name of my pets...don't you think, my sweet?" Their words finally no longer enough, Amelie locked hands tightly with Orochi as the figure shot her own up. She was no powerhouse, but the natural strength provided with such a curvaceous figure was already showing itself against this foe. She wouldn't be overpowering Orochi as if she was weightless, but she wouldn't be giving ground easily either. Noticeably, as ever her foe had given their name yet Amelie had not given her own.

As per the norm, she deemed such a thing a 'prize' earned upon a certain point in the match. Orochi would learn the name of the figure she was fighting sooner or later, but not before a great deal of effort was given either side.

Having studied her opponent beforehand, Orochi already knew the name of her opponent, but she would pretend to not know who she was for the time being, because... why not?

As both Orochi and Amelie were locked up against each other, Orochi found that they were evenly matched in terms of strength, at least for now, considering that Orochi had yet to use most of her strength in this contest of strength. Still, she'd rather like the challenge as to not use outright brute force to overpower the Frenchwoman before her, and she would instead make use of her sexual prowess to prove that she would always be the best among the two.

While still grappling with Amelie, Orochi would push her body forward, once again mashing her pillowy bosom against the Frenchwoman's. As their mammaries were mushrooming against each other, Orochi would lean forward and whisper to Amelie, "Aw, why didn't you tell me your name, my sweet mademoiselle?" She would fake a pout after saying that.

In truth, Amelie didn't even consider the possibility that her foe would already know her name. She'd often enjoyed this particular trait in matches and interactions; rarely giving her name until the utmost last moment. So far, no one had caught her out yet.

Amelie too found herself at evens with the beauty. Could she push the figure over? Likely not, given Orochi's staunch posture, outright power, and simple desire on Amelie's part not to abandon this posture yet. But could her foe gain outright advantage over her? Too unlikely. Amelie was far from muscle bound. But she was firm, and knew how to use her size. Often, that was more than enough.

The grinding of figures as mentioned was simply too much for Amelie to abandon so easily. Had she her way, she'd happily maintain the posture for a good long while, only smirking back at the pouting beauty.

"Consider it a prize? No?" Amelie whispered back, equalling that mock pout. As she did, she'd lean into her foe more so, allowing her chest to grind up against the beauties own more fiercely before evening out to a straight posture. After returning to a straight posture, she'd bend her knees a little before again straightening, determined to suggest to her foe to continue this impromptu tit-fight of sorts. Again, she had no concept that her foe could already know her name, despite such knowledge being easily gained.

"Hmmm... well, as you wish, your majesty~" Orochi replied to her green-haired opponent's words as she continued grinding her body against hers, their breasts continued being mashed against each other in a battle for supremacy. Savoring the feeling of having her bosom mushroomed against her opponent's own, Orochi let out a delighted hum. "Mmmm~ long live the queen~"

Orochi would then stare into the Frenchwoman's eyes, looking into them with her lust-filled eyes before she leaned in and lock her lips with her. At the same time, she would let go of Amelie's hands as she attempted to wrap her arms around the Frenchwoman in order to put her in a bearhug.

Amelie tried to leave herself closed to attack; but such was not easy, when you had such a powerful set of eyes glaring back at you with a sultry tone to hum along with them. Amelie's chest began to ever so slowly stiffen against Orochi's own mighty set, not out of choice, but simply out of reaction to the beauties soft large pair seemingly trying to defeat Amelie's own.

As Orochi's hands began to wander free from her own, Amelie's would shoot to the girls shoulders, evidently keen to lock around them in something resembling the worlds softest front sleeper hold. As she did, she'd find her foe wrapping considerably lower, forcing tout tummy against tout tummy as Amelie felt those arms lock."Mmmm...now it seems we are getting somewhere..." Muttering at almost a whisper, Amelie felt the contest involving two curvaceous chests only increase as the two frames now pressed against each other much more firmly. To make matters even more steamy between the two, Amelie felt herself give into her foes attempt at a kiss, locking lips with her gently, only teasing such at first.

Things were indeed getting steamy in the ring, with both the wrestlers in the ring were practically making out in the middle of the ring rather than trying to fight each other in a battle for sexual supremacy. Orochi would deepen her kiss, trying to explore the Frenchwoman's mouth with her soft tongue as she would apply more pressure in her bearhug. She would moan into Amelie's mouth, feeling the arousal slowly starting to build up inside her. Still, she was certain that the same would've happened to her opponent as she continued exploring Amelie's oral cavity while having their tits mashed against each other. She could also feel her hardened nipples poking at Amelie's own soft flesh through the thin fabric of her own revealing wrestling outfit.

Thinking that her oral and bosomy assaults weren't enough, Orochi decided to up the ante. The tall woman would attempt to kick Amelie's legs in order to make the Frenchwoman lose her balance so that she could push her down to the mat, putting her on her own back with Orochi herself being on top of her. She would continue deeply kissing the Frenchwoman while their breasts were still pressed against each other.